life isnt a game
some people think its all bout fame
money,cars, you got it all
jus kno someday you jus might fall
it's all good on da outside
now look deep down inside
the thoughts of dyin run through ur head
now ur cryin on your bed
you grab a razor and start to slice
the thoughts of stoppin come once or twice
your hands tremble and shake
your doin it for your own sake
keep goin and dont stop
now you feel yourself stumble and drop
why? why me?
im dyin here cant you see?
the flashbacks of my past
have brought me here at last
never say never.....
its to late.... im gone forever
~cristina~
this poem
is so sad